Not long after...The black sports car finally came to a halt on a dimly lit street corner, creeping silently among the shadows of frail, aging buildings. Lucas switched off the V8 engine. Instantly, the oppressive silence of the isolated industrial area on the West side of the city swallowed the fading roar of the engine.The stench of rust, rotting mud, and heavy humidity instantly stung his nose as Lucas stepped out. The place indicated by Richard Vance genuinely looked like a dead zone—an abandoned slaughterhouse complex surrounded by rusted corrugated iron fences and dangling, decayed chains.However, contrary to what one would expect from a blood-letting ground belonging to the largest criminal syndicate, not a single muscular guard or armed man patrolled the outside. There were no checkpoints, and no surveillance cameras glowed on the weathered corners of the roof. It was as if the place were truly just an empty, forgotten building.Lucas was not fooled in the slightest. His ex

Lucas stood at the threshold, sweeping his gaze across every corner of the underground Colosseum without a single hint of surprise. The roaring chaos of the hellish pit below couldn't even manage to shake his ice-calm expression.He tilted his head slightly toward the one-eyed youth beside him, then gently patted Goro's shoulder."Thanks for bringing me here, Goro," Lucas said calmly, his voice soft yet radiating genuine firmness. "Your guidance has been very helpful."Goro chuckled softly, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked Lucas up and down. "Save your thanks for when you're still breathing after your first match, friend."Knowing full well that the sharply dressed man's ultimate goal was to fight immediately and break through to the upper ranks of the Colosseum, Goro flicked his hand, signaling Lucas to follow him as he turned into a dimly lit side corridor."Follow me. If you're really serious about gambling with your life tonight, we need to pass through the administra